WHEN RAIN SHOWERS
As the train blows its whistle,
The journey of the pathway begins,
Lonely days may find you in the hustle;
Of stormy nights that lure to rustle.
Near the window, i sat reclined
Drizzles of rain showers like crystals
Brings letters of delight with utter symphony,
And banquish the locked horns like an enchanter.
When the rain pours along with its windy breeze,
A feeling of unseen presence surrounds me,
Of the past lights and small darkenings,
Would cure its wounds by the waves of the sea.
The angels of rain and lightning that spread,
Praise the thunder till head.
In the tangled boughs of heaven i won't relinquish,
To relish the mirth and kindness that i wish...
Every fine drop that touches the ground,
Sweet tunes of Chopin's waltz i hear,
Lift me as a cloud, as a leaf
For the reality to see out of fear...
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